A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn |
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... fire thy mind with praise , And uncle Ogleby thy envy raise . Thou art my blood , where Jonson has no part : What share have we in nature , or in art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at arts he did not understand ...
... fire thy mind with praise , And uncle Ogleby thy envy raise . Thou art my blood , where Jonson has no part : What share have we in nature , or in art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at arts he did not understand ...
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... fires ? ' Tis but their sylph , the wise celestials know , Though honour is the name with men below . " Some nymphs there are , too conscious of their face , 70 75 80 For life predestined to the gnomes ' embrace . The Rape of the Lock ...
... fires ? ' Tis but their sylph , the wise celestials know , Though honour is the name with men below . " Some nymphs there are , too conscious of their face , 70 75 80 For life predestined to the gnomes ' embrace . The Rape of the Lock ...
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... fire . Then prostrate falls , and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain , and long possess the prize : 45 The pow'rs gave ear , and granted half his pray'r , The rest , the winds dispersed in empty air . But now secure the painted vessel ...
... fire . Then prostrate falls , and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain , and long possess the prize : 45 The pow'rs gave ear , and granted half his pray'r , The rest , the winds dispersed in empty air . But now secure the painted vessel ...
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... fires : Now lakes of liquid gold , Elysian scenes , And crystal domes , and angels in machines . Unnumbered throngs , on ev'ry side are seen , Of bodies changed to various forms by Spleen . Here living tea - pots stand , one arm held ...
... fires : Now lakes of liquid gold , Elysian scenes , And crystal domes , and angels in machines . Unnumbered throngs , on ev'ry side are seen , Of bodies changed to various forms by Spleen . Here living tea - pots stand , one arm held ...
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... heads the swelling bag he rent , And all the furies issued at the vent . Belinda burns with more than mortal ire , And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire . " O wretched maid ! " she spread her hands 68 Eighteenth Century Verse.
... heads the swelling bag he rent , And all the furies issued at the vent . Belinda burns with more than mortal ire , And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire . " O wretched maid ! " she spread her hands 68 Eighteenth Century Verse.
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Absalom and Achitophel Balclutha bards BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beams beauty beneath bless bonnie Braes of Yarrow breast breath busk Carthon cease to sigh charms cheerful Clessámmor clouds crown dark death delight Dryden Dunciad ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear Fingal flowers frae grace grave green Grongar Hill groves hand hear heart heaven heroic couplet hill Jenny king labour Lochaber Look lyre maid maun mighty mind morning mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er passions plain pleasure poem Pope Pope's Popish Plot pow'r praise pride proud redemption draweth nigh rise Robin Gray round satire scene shade shine sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread strain swain sweet Swift tear thee thou thought toil trembling Twas vale verse voice wave weep Whig wild wind ye Britons youth ΙΙΟ ΙΟ
Popular passages
Page 85 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Page 323 - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 254 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 322 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Page 253 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 325 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Page 326 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Page 318 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 321 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 250 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...